Conclusion
I’ve finally reached it.
Because well, you were all tall and dark and harrowing,
like a menacing bolt of light on an anxious night, following me home,
or a taunting, evil gesture from a soured mother disappointed in her daughter,
or a fighting word between two lovers that takes everything too far,
I was kept, unable to move or run away,
only watch and come alive at the sweet disdain for me,
all for me,
and for what I remind you of.
And you remind me of the delicate girl I buried,
and her typical taste for a show in shades, not color,
so the stillness could have a reason to break and be lost,
so the ache could settle some like a bright red tree skirt around my maddeningly
glorious distraction.
